Chapter Index

    Li Hua left, and Jiang Nian also directly retired.

    There was only so much time for physical education. With Li Hua there, they could still watch for fun. With Li Hua gone, if Jiang Nian kept shooting, it would seem like he lacked self-awareness.

    Unknowingly, he had already become Teacher Qingbao’s non-stick pan.

    “Let’s go.” Jiang Nian waved and left the basketball court.

    Chen Yunyun left with him, her figure slender. Under the midday sun, even in a school uniform jacket, she exuded a clean, lively, and transparent feeling.

    They kept a distance of about one person between them, and she spoke with her hands behind her back.

    “You’re really good at basketball.”

    “Oh, it’s alright, I haven’t played much, mainly shooting…” Jiang Nian spoke halfway, then choked. “…Good aim, thank you for passing the ball.”

    “It’s nothing, I had a lot of fun too.” Chen Yunyun’s gentle face was outlined by the sunlight. “Because Wang Yuhe was playing badminton, that’s why I…”

    Hearing this, Jiang Nian was slightly surprised.

    “She’s still practicing?”

    Chen Yunyun thought for a moment, then turned her head and said.

    “She holds grudges.”

    Holy moly, what a persistent elementary school student.

    The two walked to the shade of a large tree outside the sports field and stopped. Jiang Nian turned and asked Chen Yunyun.

    “How about I treat you and Wang Yuhe to lunch at the cafeteria? I just happen to want to try something different.”

    “Lunch?” Chen Yunyun was surprised, her first reaction was delight, her second was hesitation. “But I haven’t washed my hair yet, I plan to wash it this afternoon.”

    “Didn’t you just wash it yesterday?” Jiang Nian asked, puzzled.

    “You remembered wrong, my hair washing schedule is Monday, Wednesday, Friday.” Chen Yunyun’s tone was serious and precise. “If I sweat, I have to wash it immediately; the schedule cannot be disrupted.”

    “If I can’t wash my hair today, I’ll take a leave tomorrow to wash it outside.”

    “Huh? Then forget it.” Jiang Nian said.

    “No, no, no, can we do it in the afternoon?” Chen Yunyun pursed her lips, voluntarily raising the stakes. “You don’t have to treat me, I’ll treat you. I don’t want to eat if I haven’t washed my hair.”

    “You’re not eating lunch?” Jiang Nian was stunned.

    “No, I, of course…” Chen Yunyun blushed, unsure how to explain.

    She couldn’t possibly say she didn’t want to eat with him without washing her hair, even if it was just in the cafeteria, but…

    “Oh, I see.” Jiang Nian pondered for a moment. “You want me to help you wash your hair, but you’re too embarrassed to say it directly.”

    Chen Yunyun looked bewildered. “What?”

    “It’s not impossible, I just don’t have much experience the first time.” Jiang Nian started to become coy again. “What brand of shampoo do you use?”

    “I’m not, you, you, you…” Chen Yunyun stammered, flustered by his words. “I, you, no need, Wang Yuhe and I have already agreed to wash our hair together.”

    Wu Jungu sat by the shady wall at the edge of the sports field, where a ring of moss grew on the stone steps.

    He did nothing, resting his hands on his thighs and staring blankly at the ground.

    He knew Yu Zhiyi was watching this side, whether intentionally or not. His body was beyond his control, deliberately putting on a nearly decadent display in front of her.

    A shadow blocked him. He looked up to see Yu Zhiyi.

    Her brows were tightly furrowed, blocking a large patch of sunlight.

    “Let’s talk.”

    “Mm.”

    “First of all, we’ve already broken up, and I hope you can move on.” Yu Zhiyi spoke very concisely. “What needed to be said was already made clear when we broke up.”

    Wu Jungu didn’t look up, instead plucking a leaf and rubbing it.

    “I know.”

    “Then what are you doing now?” Yu Zhiyi’s expression was displeased. “I’m a person of my word, I’ll be direct. I’m quite selfish.”

    Hearing this, Wu Jungu’s hand, which was rubbing the leaf, paused, and he said in a low voice.

    “No.”

    She took a deep breath, not wanting to argue about selfishness, and continued.

    “I hope you can be a little selfish, and I don’t want you to become like my old self. Because I have neither patience nor sympathy, and I don’t want you to continue being so decadent.”

    Wu Jungu didn’t know what to say and remained silent.

    About half a minute later, he looked up.

    “Is that all?”

    Yu Zhiyi glanced at him, frowning as she asked.

    “What?”

    “If that’s all you have to say, then you can leave now.” Wu Jungu stood up, his conflicted inner thoughts suddenly clearing, and he said calmly.

    “I don’t care, I literally don’t care.”

    On the other side of the sports field, Huang Cailang stared at the two figures over there, casually pulling out a handful of grass.

    “Brother Yang, isn’t that Yu Zhiyi?”

    “It is. They seem to be arguing.” Yang Qiming was reminded of painful past events. “Back in the milk tea shop, she and I used to argue like that too.”

    Huang Cailang was stunned, thinking how ill-mannered that was.

    “What a pity.”

    Yang Qiming looked across the sports field at Yu Zhiyi and Wu Jungu arguing, a hint of envy in his eyes.

    “Indeed.”

    Huang Cailang was also watching the argument over there. But he only cared about Yu Zhiyi.

    After all, Yu Zhiyi was the biggest he had ever seen in real life. As for Wu Jungu, he didn’t care at all.

    Alas, he missed the days when Brother Dong would take him to fetch water and peek at girls bending over.

    He originally thought it was just an ordinary evening, but unexpectedly, it was a major turning point in life. As Brother Dong moved dorms, the relationship between the three brothers gradually grew distant.

    On November 4th, remembering his dorm brothers, a Cornus officinalis (cornelian cherry) less when all were planted.

    Yang Qiming stared blankly for a while, then suddenly stood up.

    “Cailang, I’m going to win her back!”

    “Ah?”

    Huang Cailang looked up and saw Yang Qiming standing in the sunlight. He suddenly felt that Brother Yang’s figure was so tall, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but worry.

    “Brother Yang, actually…”

    “The day after tomorrow is her birthday, I plan to give her a gift to win her back.” Yang Qiming’s tone was firm, as if he had made some kind of resolution.

    Huang Cailang, having received the kindness of wontons, tried to dissuade Yang Qiming.

    “Brother Yang, there’s no need. Wouldn’t it be better to just go to her class tomorrow and check?”

    This sentence contained a hint of an unpleasant meaning, implying that Yang Qiming’s ex-girlfriend might be up to something. For example, getting her hair done, or cosplaying as a little Christmas reindeer.

    Yang Qiming was displeased, but did not rebuke him.

    “She loves the Shrimp Dumpling King on Jianshe Road the most. I’ll bring her a portion. Let her know that I haven’t forgotten any of the little details of our love.”

    Shrimp Dumpling King?

    Huang Cailang was stunned. Could it be the legendary Shrimp Dumpling King that costs thirty yuan a portion?

    That thing only has four pieces for thirty yuan!

    Although that shop claims to be purely handmade! But! But even if the shrimp were peeled by a sixteen-year-old girl with her mouth, it shouldn’t cost eight yuan each, right?

    Brother Yang’s ex-girlfriend loves to eat it the most? Doesn’t that mean she eats it often!

    What kind of family is that!

    In that instant, Huang Cailang felt two little figures pop out in his mind. One represented good, the other evil, and they both stared at him.

    Almost in unison, they shouted.

    “That’s… Shrimp Dumpling King!”

    In a flash, Huang Cailang stood up, swallowing hard.

    “Brother Yang! Go for it!”

    He really wanted a bite of the Shrimp Dumpling King. If he could have just one bite, even if he died, it would be worth the price.

    He had tried to dissuade him, but it was useless.

    Then why not…

    Yang Qiming appeared oblivious, but his heart was actually quite clear. He saw enthusiasm in his brother’s eyes, a sincere and strong wish.

    “Cailang, I knew you’d support me.” He said gratefully, “Half of my success is thanks to you. Just wait, I will definitely return to the Peak.”

    Huang Cailang nodded heavily. “We’ll win, Brother!”

    An afternoon passed.

    During the small self-study session, the class finally became lively.

    Jiang Nian sat in Li Hua’s seat, propping his face with his hand, idly sweeping through problems. Yao Beibei sat next to him; she had secretly swapped seats with Li Hua that afternoon.

    Girls are so strange. She and Zhang Ningzhi sat together like two mascots, not chatting even during class.

    No, then why did they swap seats?

    “Jiang Nian, what are you eating this afternoon?” Yao Beibei turned her head and asked in a low voice, “I have a suggestion for you, the cold noodles at the entrance are quite tasty.”

    Hearing this, Jiang Nian glanced at her sideways.

    “Huang Beibei, you have shares in that cold noodle shop at the entrance, don’t you?”

    “My surname isn’t Huang!” Yao Beibei was speechless, but quickly adjusted her mindset. “Never mind, I was just asking if you needed anything, and offering to bring you a portion.”

    “Are you secretly in love with me?”

    “Get lost! Narcissist!” Yao Beibei gave him a punch.

    “Ouch, that hurts.” Jiang Nian was being playful, then stopped. “Being a content moderator isn’t easy, but you don’t have to go straight to being a food delivery person, do you?”

    Yao Beibei scoffed, ignoring him, and said.

    “When I’m idle, I like to bring food to others. And I don’t charge a delivery fee, but I only bring it to a select few. Since you don’t want it, then forget it.”

    Zhang Ningzhi was curious, leaning forward and asking in a low voice.

    “Beibei, why didn’t you ask me?”

    “Of course, because…” Yao Beibei explained, “When I’m in a bad mood, I like to bring food to others. It feels like feeding chickens, cluck cluck cluck.”

    Jiang Nian couldn’t hold back his laughter, and his pen fell onto the desk.

    “You want to feed me like a chicken?”

    Zhang Ningzhi’s eyes widened, looking at her in disbelief, and suddenly became curious about something.

    “Beibei, who do you usually like to bring food to?”

    “Lin Dong and Tao Ran.”

    Jiang Nian: “…”

    Yu Tongjie was waiting for school to end in the afternoon. At noon, taking advantage of physical education class, he had already connected with a boy from Li Qingrong’s group.

    The other party’s family was a bit poor, he was honest and simple, but his grades were excellent.

    If a top student who had never spoken up before asked to switch groups, how would Old Liu respond? After understanding the situation, he probably wouldn’t be able to refuse at all.

    Thinking of this, Yu Tongjie smiled.

    In the afternoon, he would arrange to eat with the other party to finalize the specific intention. At the same time, he would settle the terms, estimating that the expenditure cost would not exceed a thousand yuan or even less.

    What kind of insight could someone from the countryside have? They would probably ask for a pair of shoes or simply money.

    It doesn’t matter, how much blood can be shed?

    Haha.

    Just thinking about the wonderful life that awaited him after switching groups.

    Not only would he be able to look up and see Li Qingrong every day, but he would also hear her voice all the time. Even just sitting there would be a kind of happiness.

    Yu Tongjie had sufficient reasons; he had to win over Li Qingrong.

    Or rather, only by winning over Li Qingrong could he make a name for himself in the future.

    The class bell rang, and he stood up from his seat.

    Looking at the students rushing out of the classroom door, Yu Tongjie’s face showed a determined smile. How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?

    This time, he would definitely wipe away his past disgrace.

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